Chapter 32: Wolf.e: Chapter 31

I feel everything in my body, every cell, every nerve ending. I feel his movements like an echo surrounding me. The warmth of his breath, the bite of his teeth on my neck, the pleasure and pain of Gabriel filling me, the reaction of my body to his.

It’s all right here, so close, yet I can’t quite grasp it. I’m floating.

This is ecstasy.

Gabriel holds my body up against the wall, keeping himself rooted as deep as he possibly can inside of me, bare. I have no idea if he’s clean, but something in me says he most certainly would be. The odd thing that resonates with me is that he didn’t ask if I was on the pill, which I am. But those are the least of my worries, because right now, I’ve never felt anything like him, and I swear he’s going to split me in two.

My body fights to both hold him and push him out as the rough attic wall bites into my shoulder blades. Gabriel moves his hands down my thighs to my calves, where he unlocks my ankles from around his waist. He slides each of his large hands up my thighs, cupping them from underneath as he spreads me wide against the wall, holding me up with just the strength of his arms. Gabriel’s thumbs press into my inner thighs with a bruising grip as he pulls out of me and brutally fucks back in. I inch up the wall a little further with every bottomless thrust. His hooded gaze bounces between where we connect and my expression, as if he’s memorizing how every touch affects me. I feel every single wrung of the ladder along his shaft as my pussy swallows them one by one. I’ve never felt anything like him as he spreads my thighs even further apart.

“This tight little cunt… sucking my cock in so deep…” Gabriel growls as he watches himself fuck me slowly. “You’re taking me so well, little hummingbird… Mmm… So fucking tight. So fucking wet. So fucking perfect. You’re ruining me.” His words are low and finish with groans that tell me they’re true.

He drives into me again and again, all the while the wood eats at my shoulders. Somehow, it enhances the pleasure.

Gabriel doesn’t take it easy; he doesn’t let me fully adjust, he’s on a mission for taking, claiming, his own pleasure at the forefront.

I want this. I never realized how much until his body connected with mine, but I want it. The brutality fuels me. I don’t want his mercy or his ease. I want him to own me. I want him to need me so badly that it’s a violent, uncontrollable want, a raging fire that can’t be stopped.

Gabriel slams into me, pulling all the way out to his tip, then driving back into me again, my breathing becomes so shallow I may faint. But then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, my core begins to tighten, and my body begs for more of the harsh way he fucks me.

I give in, I wrap my arms tighter around his strong shoulders and grip his hair, it’s all I have for leverage. I start to move with him, my nipples graze his chest and harden further. My entire body begins to heat.

“That’s it. You want to watch me fuck you? You want to see how your body begs for my cum now?” He nods to where we connect.

“I—I can’t take it…” I trail off, watching us move together. There are no words as the pain blends into pleasure until there’s no line between the two.

“Yes, you fucking can,” he growls, showing me that he craves my submission as much as I crave the beast in him.

He’s just as lost as I am.

We’re lost together.

His hands tighten to a bruising hold around my thighs.

I spiral, electricity flows through every cell as my orgasm seeks my core. I whimper as Gabriel drives into me without relent, I’ve given up on trying to even breathe properly. He slows his pace but doesn’t slow the depth he punishes me with.

“The things I want to do to you.” Thrust.

“I want to break you.” Thrust.

“Bruise you.” Thrust.

“Tear you apart and then piece you back together.” Thrust.

“Gabriel, please,” I cry out as the orgasm takes hold of every fiber of my being.

“Say my name, say it as you soak my cock.”

“Gabriel…” I trail off because I have nothing left as I come all over his cock.

His groan is deep and unforgiving as his name lingers on my lips. My body tenses and I pull so tight to his hair I think I could pull it from his skull. It’s the pain he craves.

Gabriel bites at my skin, then sucks to soothe it, all while thrusting into me like a man crazed. I feel him stiffen even more just before his warmth spreads through me. I don’t have any fight left when he bites my bottom lip so hard the taste of copper fills my mouth.

“Brin, Fuck,” Gabriel groans as his cock jerks and pulses inside me. The slow trickle of blood drips down my chin but I’m gone.

Let me bleed.

My head falls back against the dusty attic wall, and I feel Gabriel’s tongue slide up my throat and over my chin, collecting my blood. I tip my head forward to see the scarlet of me covering his lips.

It’s an oddly erotic sight, he kisses me and the taste of my blood, mixed with him, fills my mouth. Pulling his cock from me, he lets me down gently. I moan at the empty feeling. He holds me up by the shoulders and I stand completely naked before him as he stands almost fully clothed. I stare up at him, his cum dripping from me.

He makes a tsk sound as he reaches between my legs and skims his hand up the inside of my thighs, bringing his cum back up, he shoves it into my pussy with his first two fingers and groans.

“Every last fucking drop.”

Gabriel’s chest rises and falls as he tucks his still semi-hard cock into his jeans and does up his buckle. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not collapse. I’m sure my back is bleeding. These walls are old, dusty, and full of nails.

Gabriel doesn’t speak. He simply picks me up bridal style as though I weigh nothing and brushes my sweaty hair off my forehead. His hand cups my face and he leans down, his lips brush mine way too gently after what he just put me through.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” is all he says. I reach up around his neck and nuzzle my face into his t-shirt. It’s warm with sweat from the humid attic heat and us. His scent is amplified, and as I breathe it in, he cradles me closer.

“The bathroom is down the hall,” I say when we reach the bottom of the attic stairs.

“Fourth door on the right,” he says as he walks the short distance to it like he’s been in my house a thousand times.

“Right, I forgot, military brain,” I say with a little grin.

“Can’t help it, force of habit to know my surroundings,” Gabriel says with a small smirk of his own. He grabs a towel from the shelf and lays it across my wide bathroom counter before depositing me onto it. The contradiction that this beast of a man would care about my body feeling cold when it touches the marble warms me in a way I can’t put into words.

He takes in the sight of my back in the mirror behind me and sets his jaw.

“It’s bleeding, isn’t it?” I ask. I know it is, I can feel it drying to my skin.

“It’s going to need to be cleaned,” he observes.

Gabriel’s eyes are devoid of emotion as he moves to my large, tiled shower and pushes open the glass door. He messes with the water temperature for a few minutes, it takes the old pipes a while to heat in here. He turns to me and uses one hand to tug at the back of his collar, pulling his shirt off overhead.

My eyes widen as he continues, unbuckling his belt, toeing his boots off and losing the rest of his clothes until he stands naked before me. The only thing that remains are the dog tags around his neck and the mural of ink covering his muscled body. My skin tingles and my nipples pucker at the sight of him.

He’s… jarringly beautiful.

My eyes move quickly as I take in everything I can, not knowing when or if I’ll see him naked again. Everything about him is powerful. His shoulders are wide and strong, extending into heavy, muscular arms, rippled with veins and tendons. His chest is chiseled and thick and leads to a defined six pack. Various scars line his skin, one under his ribs, one in both his right shoulder and his arm that look like bullet holes.

When he turns to make his way into the shower, I see it—his entire back is covered in a lifelike wolf’s skull, a scar settles through it’s one eye, but it’s not part of the tattoo, it’s an actual scar, jagged and startling. Ink stretches over every visible plane of his skin; he has no other piercings besides his ladder. I try to take it all in.

“Keep staring at me like that, little hummingbird, and you won’t even make it into this shower.” He doesn’t even face me as he speaks, but it’s like he knows I’m staring at him.

I force my mouth closed and I watch as droplets of water rush over every part of him.

“Have you never seen a naked man before?” he asks with a tone that says he knows I think he’s incredible.

I climb off the counter and narrow my eyes at him, feeling somewhat normal again. I step into the steamy shower and he moves back, swiping water and his wet hair back.

“Not like you,” I say honestly.

He gently grabs my waist, turning my body into the warm spray and I hiss when the water meets my scratched up back.

He growls as he uses his thumb to gently rub any dust or dirt from the wounds.

“I thought you wanted to mark me?” I ask with a joking tone. “I thought you’d be happy I’m bleeding. Why does it seem to bother you?”

I feel him lean down over my shoulder. His lips hover beside my ear, and water drips from his chin as his teeth suddenly clamp down on my shoulder, and then he sucks.

My breath hitches with the contact.

“I want to mark you. I don’t want anything else to,” Gabriel says as he grabs the soap. “This is going to sting. But it’s necessary.”

It stings but it’s not so bad, the scratches aren’t deep and he has me cleaned up in no time. He pumps shampoo into his hand and massages it into my hair. His hands are overwhelmingly big on my scalp. I close my eyes and fall into his rhythm, helpless beneath his magic fingers.

“You like this?” he asks as the shampoo swirls down the drain.

“Yes,” I mutter, my eyes still closed as I feel the slick conditioner cover my hair. “I think this is the dream,” I blurt out.

“What is it about this that’s your dream, little bird?” he asks, genuine curiosity in his tone.

“The way you touch me…violent one moment, soft the next. Hard and unforgiving, then washing my hair. It’s overwhelming.”

Gabriel wrings the water from my hair.

“I understand why you’re so popular with women now,” I mutter.

Gabriel lets my hair fall against my back and spins me around. His gray eyes are light and lucid.

“I’ve never showered with a woman before,” he admits, leaning down to kiss my lips. The hard heat of his chest presses against my breasts.

I shudder.

“Never washed their hair.” Another kiss

“Never kissed them the way I kiss you.” He ghosts a finger over my pebbled nipple and his lips meet my neck, my collarbone.

“Never wanted to touch them the way I want to touch you.”

He pinches my nipple and a zap of pleasure races through my core.

“Never been inside any woman without a condom. Ever.” His hot lips wrap around a nipple while his hands skim my waist, around to my lower back. “But I would fill you full every moment I fucking could and savor the sight of my cum dripping down your soft thighs.”

“Shit,” I manage as his tongue works in ways I’ve never experienced.

“Only you, Brinley.” He squeezes tight to my ass. “It’s only you I’ve ever felt the need to possess, to claim for my own.”

“Why?” I ask, simply because I can’t understand it. I’ve seen the women who hang around the club house. They’re beautiful and wild in a way I’m not.

“I told you, I don’t ask why,” he says simply. “My men think you’re clouding my judgement. They think you’re a distraction, dangerous for me.”

“Am I?” I ask in a breathless moan. All thoughts have left my head because his one hand holds me tight around my hips and the other has slid between my thighs, coming dangerously close to my already throbbing core.

“Yes,” Gabriel answers without hesitation. “In the worst way.”

“How so?” One finger enters me as his eyes focus on mine.

“There isn’t a thought in my head that doesn’t start and end with you,” he says honestly as another finger enters me and works effortlessly to torture me in the best way possible.

“Oh…” is all I can say as my core begins to tighten again.

He adds a third, and I mewl into his chest as the water runs over us both.

“Like, right now, all the beast inside me wants to do is taste this tight little cunt.”

“So then,” I moan. “Do it.” Please, please, do it, I silently beg.

Gabriel growls in response, seating me on the shower bench. He drops to his knees as water sprays down on my chest and his fingers continue their assault on my clenching pussy.

“You’re dangerous because the pain I crave, you crave it too.” He takes small bites as he works his way up my thighs, taking the time to pay attention to both legs, and the closer he gets to my center the harder he bites and I want it. I want it to hurt. What is wrong with me?

“I’m never not thinking of burying some part of me inside you,” Gabriel growls, pushing my legs wide. “This pussy calls to me. It begs for me.” He licks a firm trail up my slit.

My back arches so fast I nearly fall off the bench but he’s there, wrapping his arms under my thighs and pulling me to him so only his face is my seat, and then he’s making a meal of me, trading between suctioning his lips around my clit and fucking me with an expert tongue.

“Mmm,” he groans into me. My whole body quivers with the vibration of his mouth on me.

“You’re my favorite fucking flavor, Brinley Rose.” Gabriel makes it his mission to prove his words.

I don’t stand a chance. He pulls me even closer, and I give in. He spreads my thighs wide and loses himself to me, sucking my clit into his mouth, like a man starved.

I look down at this intimidating viking of a man between my thighs and my insides churn with raw desire at the sight. Every part of me feels like it’s on sensory overdrive. Gabriel works his tongue with perfect pace and pressure. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and strokes my thigh with one hand as he adds two fingers to my needy pussy. Only moments pass before I feel myself starting to lose control.

“Fuck, Brin, you taste so fucking good. Open your eyes and look at me while I make you come.”

I do as he says, tipping my head up and forcing my eyes to his. My legs shake, my cries grow louder but he never stops and before I realize what’s happening I’m coming over his face shamelessly. Calling his name out, rocking my hips into him, taking what I need, whatever feels good without thought. Something I’ve rarely done with any man.

The thing is, Gabriel doesn’t make me feel self-conscious, he makes me feel beautiful, encouraging me to let go, encouraging me to be me, whoever that is.

“Yes,” I cry. I begin to mumble incoherent things as he doesn’t let up on my still so sensitive clit and it wrenches a second orgasm from me in mere moments.

I think I’m yelling “more, please, Gabriel, please” as he holds me tight, taking over my being, making the choice for me. All I can think is, God, if I remember any one feeling for the rest of my life, please, let it be this, falling apart with Gabriel Wolfe between my thighs.